My mother was a madam, suffering daily abuse from my father. By the time the divorce went through, her mind was completely broken. I stayed by her side, crying alongside her, unable to do anything else. Her salvation came when a friend introduced her to a certain group. Each time she attended, her expression brightened, and I felt relieved seeing her improve. But as she grew more obsessed with the group's activities, our finances grew tighter. One day, my mother bowed her head and pleaded, "I really need this." I decided to give my virginity to a stranger in exchange for money. I barely remember it through the pain and tears, but I convinced myself it was okay—just this once—if it saved my mother. A few months later, she bowed again, saying, "With this money, we can finally be happy together." She hugged me, clutched the cash, and walked away. As I watched her leave, a man I'd just met was touching my body all over. A girl who had numbed her heart for her family, enduring time after time, finally broke under relentless assault—moans and sobs spilling out. A tragic story of a helpless girl exploited by despicable adults.